Age 5
My friends said imaginary friends aren't real. I told them they were liars. He was real,I knew he was real. He had to be real. He was drawing in the notebook he was always drawing in. He was twenty three,he told me. I was five fingers.
"Zayn?"
"Yes,Esme?"
"You're-you're real..right?"
"Of course,love."
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|MISCONCEPTIONS Z.M.|
FanfictionIn which reality and fantasy runs a very thin line and love conquers all. "He said he drew pictures of things he loved..he never drew me."
